Chapter 907:
When Dylan arrived, the young man looked up at him like he’d seen a savior. In his mind, Robin’s outburst, especially at a Scott family event like this, was nothing short of blatant disrespect to the Scott family. Especially today, on Margot’s birthday, an altercation killed the celebratory mood.
The young man doubted that Robin might actually get away with this, even with the connection between the Miller family and the Scott family at play.
“Mr. Scott, please help me. He’s going to beat me to death!” the young man wailed, desperation thick in his voice. He played the victim card, angling for sympathy—but his teary, swollen face only made him look more pathetic.
Dylan’s frosty gaze swept over the young man, whose face was a mess of bruises and swelling.
“What is going on?” Dylan asked, his voice laced with ice.
The young man jumped at the chance to plead his case. “I don’t even know why. Mr. Miller just snapped and came at me, roughing me up. Mr. Scott, you have to back me up here. I showed up as a guest, and he pounced on me for no reason. Isn’t that a slap in the face to the Scott family?”
He wiped at the streak of blood under his nose and whimpered, “This is your grandmother’s birthday banquet, and he laid into me like a madman. Look at me—I’m bleeding! It looks like he intentionally ruined this day, didn’t it?”
Robin glared at the young man with a sneer before turning to Dylan with fearless eyes. “You believe his nonsense? Going to kick me out?” he asked coldly.
“Tell me, why did you hit him?” Dylan replied, his tone neutral and unreadable, showing no hint of bias.
Sure, Robin’s constant attempts to hover around Christina got on Dylan’s nerves, but Dylan wasn’t about to let emotions sway his decisions. Robin might have a short fuse, but he wouldn’t swing without a reason. Something had clearly set him off.
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁 gᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ﹒ᴄᴏᴍ
“He insulted Miss Jones. Called her used goods!” Robin’s voice trembled with fury.
The young man’s heart gave a nervous lurch, panic flickering across his battered face. He wondered whether the woman cast aside by the Dawson family was actually connected to Dylan.
“Miss Jones? Which Miss Jones?” Dylan asked, his voice steady. He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions without confirming the woman in question was indeed Christina.
But the young man misinterpreted Dylan’s words. His swollen features twisted into a grin that was more creepy than smug. So, Dylan didn’t even know that slut Christina. Yeah, he’d called her a slut and insulted her—so what? He could say what he liked. There were worse things he hadn’t even gotten around to yet.
“Christina Jones! Who else could it be?” Robin snapped, glaring at Dylan in disbelief. Christina had been living under the same roof as Dylan all this time, and Dylan didn’t even know who he meant! Dylan always acted like he treated Christina…
Well, but now it seemed like it had all been for show. The moment they returned to Lorbridge, Dylan had forgotten about her.
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